Wednesday, October 8, 2008

My dad, Bernie Marder, died over the weekend. He was 93 years old and he had the most incredible life. Over his long life, he was an inventor with several patents, a pharmacist, and a manufacturer. He didn't retire until he was well into his 80s. And above all he was a great father. He had been in failing health for a long time and been in a hospice program, at home, since last spring.

I was fortunate enough to spend the entire week with him last week, before going off to SPX. Even though he was acutely aware of the fact that he was nearing the end of the line, he was clear headed and we had a terrific time together. A lot of laughing. Although I don't think he ever really totally understood Beanworld, he was one of its biggest boosters.

I'm in Chicago this week with my Mom and family. Although we miss our Dad, there is no cause for mourning--we are celebrating his long life.

9 comments:

You have my condolences Larry. I'm glad to hear he was doing well mentally towards the end. My grandmother is the same age, and has pretty much the whole dementia/Alzheimer's deal in full effect. I don't remember the last time I heard her say my name.

Sorry to hear it, Larry. It's a blessing you had good times with him throughout your life, and at the end of his, and that you're able to visit with your family now. Our condolences to you and Cory and your family. Godspeed, Bernie!